If your right hand is causing you pain
Cut it off cut it off
If your colors have started to run
Let them all run, run away from you
There is lightning in this room
Above our heads waiting to strike
I'm a thinker not a talker
Put your faith, your faith in God

We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of Flux

I'd kill for an adventure
Just you and I in the Curzon Bar
Dancing till we knew
So all that we've learned disappeared
When you shouted at me
I saw my father in the second grade
Concerned and kind
But yet unable to reach me

We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a State of Flux

State of flux
State of flux
State of flux
State of flux
State of flux
State of flux
State of flux
State of flux
State of flux

We need to talk
We need to talk
We need to talk
We need to talk
We need to talk

We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of Flux